"Give me your sons!", cries the demon of war.
"Arm them with dangerous weapons galore.
Dress them and bless them, then send them to me,
over the land and across the wide sea.
Let them deny all their natural fears;
let them take lives and then sacrifice theirs.
Give me your sons and be proud when they die,
although when alone you might ask yourselves "Why?".
True, there are times when you do have to fight,
against tyranny or to establish what's right.
But, when a war's waged for power or greed,
my evil desires and bloodlust you feed."